Well…

I ended up starting a new short story yesterday. I know, I know, I was going to do something else to while away the time this week. In fact, it started out rather slowly in my head and I almost abandoned it. Instead, it took an odd twist and I ended up with about 1200 words in less than an hour’s worth of writing.

Yes, I’m still going to shore up the book I’m going to work on self-publishing next week. I can do some of that on the weekend. Plus, I still have to determine which book I’m going with first. I was thinking about that while I was walking yesterday (97 degrees, heat index 115) and still haven’t come to an answer.

While I dither in the cyclone of indecision, I might as well write something. And so I am. At least it’s keeping me entertained.